Malia POV

"Dasha." I said into the phone. "What're you doing?"

"The club is on lockdown, some MC called the Mayans attacked the Sons. It's crazy." She sounded sleepy.

I swallowed hard. "Damn. So you're at the clubhouse?"

"Yeah, surrounded by idiots." She laughed. "I gotta go! I got someone on the other line. Love you bitch."

"Love you too." I said as the call ended. I threw my phone on the bed and shook my head. Esai and his club had attacked my dad's club. That explained why he just disappeared on me at the party.

"Fuck." I muttered as I realized I was with my dad's enemy. I turned on Pandora and let the music fill my room as I started to clean it up. In a poor attempt to take my mind of everything.

"What's up?" Cam asked as she appeared at my door. "Bummed about your date bailing?"

"Oh no." I shook my head. "Worried about Dasha, she's being distant, never wants to talk anymore. She's always too busy for me."

"She has a life now maybe a boyfriend?" She smiled. "Don't trip off it, just ask her about it."

"I plan to." I stared at the jar of Manic Panic hair dye in my hands. "Maybe visit her, see if she wants to go snowboarding or some shit."

"And take your new bff with you?" She clasped her hands together and stared at me.

"Sure. We can get a cabin and make a weekend of it." I smiled. "I'll look into it. It would be fun."

"I'll pay for the cabin. Just pick the dates out Malia." She smiled. "Snow bunny weekend!"

She left before I could protest. I'd have to actually set up a weekend and get Dasha to agree to it.

#

"Hey gorgeous." His voice was smooth as he slid into the booth across from me. "Thanks for meetin' me here."

"No problem." I smiled.

"Sorry for last night n everythin'. Got caught up n shit. Had to do club business. I shoulda told you before I left though." He smiled. "You forgive me?"

"Yeah, it's cool. I understand you gotta handle shit." I toyed with the sugar packets in the dish in the middle of the table. "Water under the bridge."

"Coo' you hungry. I can buy you lunch." He studied my face. His light hazel eyes staring into my blue ones.

"I could go for a sandwich and fries." I smiled.

"And fries?" He smiled. "Finally a girl around here who actually eats more than a fuckin' salad."

"Closest I'm getting to a salad is the lettuce, tomatoes, and onions they put on my burgers." I laughed.

"Is that right?" He held up his hand to get the attention of the waitress. "Good to know."

"Mmhm." I nodded. "Meat over salads every day."

He nodded. "I will take you to a steakhouse this Friday if you're down for it…"

"I'm all for it." I smiled. "Just no disappearing on me this time, unless you tell me first. The guys are the party are skeezy when they see a female alone."

"Ah, who gave you problems?" He asked after he ordered for us.

"Um, I think his name was Gomes or somethin' of the sort." I tapped on the table as my phone started beeping. I frowned at the screen. It was Dasha.

"You gonna answer that?" He pointed at the phone.

"No." I shook my head. "Don't feel like talking to my sister right now."

He grabbed the phone. " 'ey." He answered it. "Nah, she can't come to the phone she's busy…yeah I'll let 'er know you called…lates."

I laughed. "Thanks."

"She said to call 'er back when you get a chance. It ain't important or nothin' though." He slid my phone back. "She your older or younger sister?"

"Older." I sighed. "Older dramatic sister, she's crazy but I love her."

"I got a baby sister. Like a actual baby sister." He grimaced. "It's gonna be annoying in a few years."

"Why? Afraid she's gonna call you daddy or somethin'?" I laughed.

"Yeah actually I am." He laughed. "People will think her dad is her grandpa. He already looked elderly. He's one of the throwback vatos."

"The ones with the beards and mustaches and slicked back hair?" I looked at him and he slowly nodded. "I know a few of those back home, they drive around in sick ass low riders and mini trucks."

"Yeah, he rides bikes though. Mayans president." He beamed with a huge smile as the waitress set our food down in front of us. "Thanks." He half nodded to the waitress and she blushed.

I rolled my eyes as I grabbed the ketchup and shook it before squirting it all over my fries. "That's what's up. You and him together and stuff."

"Are you like full out a white girl?" He turned his head and looked at me.

I laughed. "My mom was Portuguese." I shrugged. "Why?"

"Ionno you just didn't look full out white to me." He shrugged and ate one of my fries. "It's a good thing though ma."

"Thanks." I smiled as I ate a fry. "You just full out Mexican?"

"Haha yeah I am." He squirted ketchup on his burger. "What gave it away? The eyes or the hair?"

"The hair. Most definitely." I grinned. "The eyes, their gorgeous though. Lady killers."

"Yours are gorgeous too. All piercing blue and whatnot." He took a sip of his soda.

"Thank you. They're my best feature." I put a straw in my soda.

"Your ass is nice too." He blushed. "Not that I was checkin' it out."

"Just happened to gaze upon it's greatness?" I laughed.

"That dress you were wearin' almost killed me." He placed a hand over his chest.

"First time wearing one like that." I laughed. "Hadda keep pulling it down last night."

"I noticed, all good though." He looked at his phone. "I gotta go, club shit is going down. I'll call you later. Aiight?"

"Alright." I smiled and stood up to hug him. "Be safe or whatever."

He rolled his eyes. "You be safe or whatever." He dropped a few crumpled bills on the table. "Later gorgeous."

"Later handsome." I sat back down and watched him get on his bike and ride off. This date was way better than last night's. I smiled to myself, who would have thought I would have liked a guy.

SOASOASOA

Dasha POV

"Omg!" I ran into the main part of the clubhouse and found my dad. "Dad!"

"What's wrong?" He stood up from his seat. "What happened?"

"Malia has a boyfriend!" I yelled and bounced up and down. "A hot sounding one too. Oo lala."

"She's a lesbian." He blinked down at me. "It could have been a manly sounding woman."

"Nah! It was a thug." I laughed. "He sounded like a vato. Like 'ey, what's good?"

"You talked to him?" He shook his head and forced a serious face.

"He answered her phone!" I smacked his chest. "Dad! She has a boyfriend already and I'm like blah, give me tattoos and hair colors! While she's finally dating a guy and I'm not even there to be like I told you so! This shit really grinds my gears."

"Why are you so passionate about this? Leave her alone, unless it gets serious then you tell me and I'll go fucking lay the law down with that kid." He crossed his arms. "Do I gotta get a new gun?"

"No." I frowned. "You just ignored the fact I said he was a thug?"

"Yeah, because you're speculating." He said. "Be optimistic about it."

"Dad, I'm bipolar, my only outlook on life is a pessimistic one at best. I tend to expect the worst from people, like all the time." I sighed.

"Change that thought process." He frowned. "Or at least try to. You being bi polar shouldn't distort your ability to see how shit is in life."

"Look." I said. "I write, I observe people, I see human nature in minute movements of the body. See how Ninja is slumped over in the corner, he's sad, he needs someone to talk to, but he realized he can't talk to any of you or he'd be clowned for being sensitive."

"Stop, don't do that. I feel bad." He shrugged. "You go talk to him, make him less slumped over."

"No." I said. "Lee's daughter called dibs on him. Said for me not to talk to him or anything because they're a thing."

"Oh yeah?" He rubbed his face. "She said they're a thing? This morning that kid was balls deep in your little friend Paola."

"Omg!" I gasped. "I knew it!"

"She's what you don't wanna be, don't be blind or turn your head because of club life. If a guy wants to be faithful he'll be faithful regardless of the fucking rules around here." He shook his head. "Try not to find a guy like me in the aspect of relations, every other aspect I'm fucking amazing." He smirked.

"Where are the SAMCRO guys?" I scanned the room.

"In chapel, business. Why? You trying to mack on Jax?" He frowned at me.

"No dad. I wanna talk to Juice about the dog thing, see if he'll help me pick the right one and shit." I shrugged. "He has mental issues too."

"I figured as much." He sighed. "Kid's fucked up these days."

"He just needs a solid friendship. I wanna be his friend." I smiled. "You think I gotta wait until after this lockdown to go out?"

"That's how it works. Plan the talent show with the women or something." He rubbed my head. "Be social."

"I am. I'm talking to you!" I smiled.

"Doesn't count." He kissed my forehead. "Be good."

"No promises." I sighed as he walked off.

#

I was sitting in the corner with my journal and music when Lee's wife Jackie approached me. A smile plastered on her face. She was at once pretty but time and sun had taken a horrible toll on her. Her skin looked almost leathery in this light.

"Hi." I smiled at her.

"Your dad told me you can play the guitar and sing." She blinked at me. "Care to sign up to perform in our charity talent show?"

"Sure." I nodded. "I don't have a guitar but I can knock out a song without it."

"Good." She handed me the clipboard and I lazily signed it. "My daughter has won nine years in a row. Amazing country singer, she's trying to get signed. We have talent scouts coming."

"Whoa! That's insane! Good for her." I smiled. "I'm more of an R&B singer these days, dabble with a little rock, but I leave the country to talented girls. I cannot wait to hear Michelle sing. I hope she doesn't make me look too bad."

"I make no promises." She hiked up her chin, ignoring my sarcasm all together if she even detected it. "Practice is on Friday."

"Thanks. I look forward to it." I smiled. "Please don't make me go after Michelle, I would like to be in the middle."

"I'll see what I can do." She turned on one heel and walked off.

"Hey." Happy nodded at me. "Let's talk yeah?"

"I cannot. Lee told me specifically to stay away from you because he doesn't want you getting soft." I turned my attention back to my writing.

"Cut that shit out." He closed the journal. "He's not here, let's go talk outside at least or in the garage."

I stood and followed him outside and into the garage. "What's up?" I asked him as he made sure we were alone.

"Wanted to fuckin' talk." He leaned against the chest of tools.

"About?" I looked at him.

"You." He smirked. "Dad told me you been texting Jax. Also I gotta get on you about dressing like a slut again."

"He texted me first! I wasn't dressed like a slut." I crossed my arms.

"If you're showing more skin then covering it, you're dressed like a slut." He looked down at me. "You were showing a whole lot of skin when I left."

"I was only showing my stomach." I rolled my eyes.

"I'm pretty sure we saw your womb." He laughed. "Why'd Lee get on you though Dasha?"

"Idk." I sighed. "He pulled me into his office that morning you left. Got all mad, said I was changing you because you weren't fucking every sweetbutt."

"So you shattered his door for me?" He winked.

"No." I laughed. "It was an accident!"

"Ninja said you threw a chair through the door." He rubbed his thumb over my belly button ring.

"He's a dumb prospect. I slammed it." I shrugged. "He shouldn't used cheap glass."

"You gonna listen to him?" He stepped away from me.

"Probably not." I laughed. "He's nothing to me. My dad told me to keep away from you if we end up together and you cheat."

"We're together." He said. "I told you, you're my lady."

"You know what I mean." I looked at my work boots and frowned. They were dirty from the snow.

"Yeah." He nodded as his hands tangled in my hair and he placed an aggressive kiss on my lips. He pulled away quickly. "Who I'm with is my business, if you can't deal with us not being all lovey in front of people then you can leave."

"It's not that, I don't mind us keeping shit to ourselves. I just don't want to be fucked over." I sighed. "Like I just expect you to be faithful."

"I can try." He looked down at me. "I'll try my best."

"Alright." I smiled. "I gotta go."

"Where?" He asked me as he started fiddling with the tools in the chest.

"Clubhouse, I need Juice to help me with finding the perfect dog." I smiled.

"You're grown you can pick your own fucking dog." He scoffed.

"I like having help." I shot a look at him. "That a fuckin' problem with you?"

"Nah." He smiled. "I like when you attempt to be mean to me."

"I'm standing up for myself." I smiled. "Get used to it."

"Little girl, I will knock your ass down a few pegs." He handed me the hammer to hang on the hook. "You make this mess in here? Looks like you did."

I laughed. "No. I'm not this messy."

"Yeah you fucking are Dasha." He rearranged the tools in the top drawer. "I've seen your room."

"Wait til you see it now. Tornado blew through it." I chuckled.

"I thought women cleaned and organized?" He looked at me as the door to the garage opened and Lee stepped in.

"I can't have this shit." Lee said. "Not letting a kid, cloud the judgment of my best enforcer."

"Leave her alone." Happy glared at him. "I brought her in here to tell her to stay away."

"Smart man." Lee smirked. "Get outta here Dasha."

"Fine." I stormed past both of them and slammed the door and got in my car and took off.

SOASOASOA

Kozik POV

"You seen Dasha?" I asked Ninja.

"Yeah, she went outside with Happy, to the garage." He smirked at me.

"Thanks." I patted him on the back before bracing myself against cold to get to the garage. I looked around and frowned when I realized Bawse was gone, meaning Dasha left with it

Which wasn't good at all.

"Hey." Lee nodded as he walked out of the garage. "You know your daughter is sneaking around with Happy?"

Happy came stalking out of the garage. "Shut the fuck up Lee." He hissed. "It's not even like that. You're paranoid. I got my job done last night, didn't I?" He crossed his arms.

"First off, if you have a problem with my daughter you need to bring it to my fucking attention and not be rude to her about it." I glared down at him. "She left, in this shit. She's gone. You see her car any fucking where? Nope, no mustang sitting in this lot."

"She left?" Lee looked at me. "You didn't bring her here on your bike?"

"No, it was too cold for her and I don't have the bitch seat on my bike anymore." I shook my head. "She's sensitive, you can't be mean to her."

He rolled his eyes. "She'll get over it. We can't baby her ass. We're an MC not a day care."

"She's bipolar Lee. You can't just get upset with her. Her brain is wired differently then ours." Happy said.

"It's actually a chemical thing but still. You met their mom way back before the kids and shit. Dasha is just like that." I sighed and rubbed my temples.

"That's her mom?" He rubbed his face. "That girl was more trouble then she was worth and you had two kids with her?"

"And married her." I shook my head. "Broke shit off when Dasha was 6."

"Jesus." He said. "Maybe she went home?"

"Doubt it, that'd be the first fuckin' place she knows we'd check." I shook my head. "I gotta get a hold of her."

"She's back." Happy turned me around and the black mustang roared into the lot and parked.

"Dasha!" I pulled her I to a hug. "Where the fuck did you go?"

"For a drive dad, calm down." She shook her head. "I didn't die."

"But you didn't tell any of us you were leaving." I glowered at her. "What if you would have crashed?"

"I have that LoJack shit, I'm sure you would have found my cold lifeless bottom in a ditch in less than twenty four hours." She crossed her arms. "Can I grab my shit and leave this fucking hell hole. I'm in pain and I ran out of pain killers. I just wanna be in my bed with my blankets and my thoughts."

"Yeah." I nodded. "I'll take you home. Wait in your car and I'll drive you home alright?"

"Dad." She rolled her eyes. "I can drive myself."

"I know you can but that's not the fuckin' point. Just go wait in the damn car." I turned her around and patted her back. "Don't fight it. I'll buy you a big ass bottle of pain killers."

"I was going to go in and buy some off of Juice." She smiled. "Seems like the only quick fix."

"No!" I yelled. "He tell you about the diaper incident?"

"No." She shook her head.

"He takes random pills and ends up in diapers. Go to your car now." I pointed.

#

"D, you good?" I asked as I walked into the living room and found her on the floor in a nest of blankets and pillows.

"Yeah." She sighed. "The cramps are gone so I'm good."

"Why'd you leave earlier?" I sat down in her nest with her.

"To avoid throwing a ratchet wrench thingy at Lee's fucking mug." She pinched the bridge of her nose. "Why is he on my ass about Happy?"

"Because guys like Happy are killers." I sighed. "He can't be bringing any emotions into his work besides anger, rage, all those types of emotion are good. When he starts feeling love and shit like that he gets a conscience."

"Alright." She shrugged. "It's not my fault if he gets one though. All I did was spill my guts to him about how I'm crazy dad." She smiled.

"Well, maybe he has a thing for crazy women?" I looked at her. "Just don't get all involved. I'm not ready to lose you to this life yet Dasha. I can't lose you to this life. I kept you free of it for over two decades and I plan to keep you away for a little bit longer if I can."

"Dad, I've been looking out for myself for awhile now. Whether you know it or not, I'm more than capable of making the right decision when it comes to relationships." She smiled. "I do appreciate where your heart is at. I won't stand in the way of you being protective of me though."

"Have you even had a serious boyfriend Dasha?" I looked at her.

"Yeah." She sighed. "He was terrible, like ugh. You would have hit him. He wasn't physically abusive, but still he was terrible. Had to let him go. Never been in a relationship since."

"Since when?" I pressed her for more information.

"It's been like five years since I've been with a guy at all." She laughed. "Malia isn't the only one who dabbles with girls dad."

"I can deal with you and her dating women. I can't stomach guys, guys can get you caught up and pregnant. Girls can get you caught up." I laughed. "I gotta head our for a little. Don't let anyone in unless it's a Son. Alright?"

"Yeah." She pulled her blanket over her head. "Got it."

"Love you Dasha." I kissed her blanket covered head.

"Love you too Herman." She waved. "Be safe."

"For you I will be." I said.